Miriam Moore reads TheWalkingPeople:ANativeAmericanOralHistory, by Paula Underwood.
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Many of these stories in the Walking People read/sung by Paula Underwood are on iTunes, recorded by Paula Underwood in deep big ideas. May kind thoughts come, she wrote me. I liked how she looked. The stories she read had stood ages, now they sooth chaotic thoughts.
Rhythm and words sing themselves: I find the gorgeous song inside the words.
I sing the strands in the braid. These stories are for all earths' children. I sing my own telling.
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Many of these stories in the Walking People read/sung by Paula Underwood are on iTunes, recorded by Paula Underwood in deep big ideas. May kind thoughts come, she wrote me. I liked how she looked. The stories she read had stood ages, now they sooth chaotic thoughts.
Rhythm and words sing themselves: I find the gorgeous song inside the words.
I sing the strands in the braid. These stories are for all earths' children. I sing my own telling.
794-806 Let us choose these active youth to also learn the Peaceful Way.
Miriam Moore reads TheWalkingPeople:ANativeAmericanOralHistory, by Paula Underwood.
10 minutes 50 seconds
4 years ago
794-806 Let us choose these active youth to also learn the Peaceful Way.
Our increasingly argumentative people, walking the way of fear close the ears. The children who have proclivities fro the way of war who yet also be offered the Peaceful Way, holding each way in either hand.
Miriam Moore reads TheWalkingPeople:ANativeAmericanOralHistory, by Paula Underwood.
Many of these stories in the Walking People read/sung by Paula Underwood are on iTunes, recorded by Paula Underwood in deep big ideas. May kind thoughts come, she wrote me. I liked how she looked. The stories she read had stood ages, now they sooth chaotic thoughts.
Rhythm and words sing themselves: I find the gorgeous song inside the words.
I sing the strands in the braid. These stories are for all earths' children. I sing my own telling.
